A Good Offer

by Michelle Rose

 

I began working as a file clerk and it was nice to work inside, out of the summer heat and the cold of winter. I was so happy, to be the only man to work at the company. I should have noticed that, but, I was to busy looking at the beautiful women. Besides, I always like being around girls, I enjoy being with them and find my interests similar to theirs. When something happens, say, in the news, I usually have the same opinion as the women. In the privacy of my home, I have been buying and wearing women's clothing for as long as I can remember.

At work, I'm usually wearing stockings and garters under my trousers. Matching panties or thongs complete my ensemble. In winter, I can wear a bustier or corset under a loose fitting sweater. When at home, I close the window shades and spend most nights and weekends dressed in my lovely skirts, sweaters and lingerie. I keep my body shaved and at 5'7', 143 lbs, I am proud to be a size 10. With a good corset and breast inserts, I have a very feminine look. My hair is shoulder length and very silky after a good conditioning, when I take the time to style it, my hair looks great, full of soft curls.

I had been working at my job for about a year, when Tara, my supervisor, asked me out for a drink after work. In the darkened atmosphere of a piano lounge, we ordered some wine a started talking. At first, I thought this might be a social drink and since Tara was very good looking, I was eager to be with her. Quickly, she took control of the conversation and I was content to listen to her.

She told me, that I was considered a good employee and could have a long career at the company. Since she was my superior, I was happy to hear this. My position was easy work, I got to wear my lingerie and be around beautiful women. What more could I hope for? Looking me in the eye, she asked if I would be interested in continuing my employment at the company. I asked, if there was a problem. She replied, "there was only one problem, that is, I was a man". She went on to tell me that, if I wanted to stay at the company, I would have to dress as a woman! My pretense of exasperation did nothing to hide my true feelings. I began to protest the implications of what she offered, but, with a raised hand, she silenced me.

She began telling me that, she and the other girls knew of my crossdressing and were happy to consider me one of the girls. Only, some changes were needed for them to be comfortable with me. It was at my pre-employment interview, that my transgenderism was discovered. Apparently, the profile exam I took revealed my feminine side. She went on to illustrate, how my habits over this past year betrayed my dysphoria with being a man. Again, she silenced me as I began to protest, she asked me to deny that I wore lingerie under my male clothing. As she did, her hand settled on the garter strap under my gabardine wool pants. Lightly, she pulled it back and snapped it on my thigh. "We all know about you and would love to have you as one of the girls".

"You have to think about this carefully, if you decide not to accept my offer, you will be let go!" "But, if you accept, you will be schooled in the art of femininity and will be accepted as a woman, I doubt that anyone will ever mistake you for a man. When you have assumed you new role, we will begin your training for your new position with the company. All our executives are women, while most of them are genuine women, we do have several "special girls" like you. You have some skills which we need and we would like you to remain at the company, but, only as a woman. No man will ever be allowed to stay at the company permanently. I noticed your feminine mannerism on your first interview and that is why you got the position. Now, you have been with us almost a year and all the girls agree, we need you. If you accept the offer, you will get a big raise in salary, a company car, healthcare and a pension plan. The only condition is that you must be a woman".

She put a business card with a phone number and told me to call with my answer at 10pm, tonight! With that, she dropped a $20 on the table and left.

I walked back to the office building in warm light of dusk. My skin was glowing and the sun felt great on my face. I was very concerned, frightened and excited all at the same time. I always lived with the fear of being "outted", now that it had happened, I was unprepared for the consequences. My life long fantasy and dream, has been to be a real woman. I have fantasized about being a girl since I was 9 years old.

As I considered my options, I let my "fem" side lead my emotions. She is in her late 20's, attractive and very feminine. She is educated and self reliant. If I were a woman, this is type of person I would try to be. I feel myself yielding my male ego to her feminine presence. I can feel our body moving. The gently rustle of my skirt hem on my thighs, the near silent, swish of my stockings. The click of my heels and the bounce of my long auburn hair on my bare shoulders. Once I am en-fem, I need to dress as a girl, this is something I must do and have given up the fight to deny myself this pleasure. As I reached my decision, a tear ran down her check and said good-bye, to the man I once was.

I called the number and accepted the generous offer. Tara said, I was making the right decision and would be very happy working at the company. I was instructed to be ready at 8am tomorrow morning, when a car would pick me up and take me to her home.

 

It was a bright, sunny and crisp fall morning as the car pulled up to Tara's home. I was impressed by the well manicured gardens and the French Country architecture of the house. The front door was open and Tara was waiting on the porch. She was dressed in an ankle length, black knit sweater dress which displayed her seductive curves of womanhood. I was greeted, with a kiss on my cheek and was lead into the house. Once inside, we went to her office and I was instructed to sit down on a couch. A beautiful young woman, with short blond hair served us tea and left the room without a word. Later, Angelica would become one of my teachers.

Tara explained, for the next year, I would live here as my transformation was completed. I would be taught how to dress as a woman, apply makeup and act as woman. Later, some minor plastic surgery would be preformed which would greatly enhance my appearance. As I learned to look and act as a woman, I would be given my own apartment and my new life would begin. There would be shopping trips and social gatherings, to aide my feminine socialization. Hormones, will alter my pathetic male sexual traits and produce more feminine body curves. Psychological counseling will assure that my emotions are that of a woman. Once completed, I would be allowed to return to work and reintroduced to my coworkers.

She asked if there were any questions, I replied that I had none. With that, two women appeared at the office door. One was Angelica, the blond girl who served us tea and the other was a pretty brunette. They introduced themselves as Breanne and Angelica and asked me to follow them upstairs. As we walked, they explained that they were real girls who, were in charge of my transformation. They would be responsible for every aspect of my training. At first they would instruct me and assist in my orientation, as I progressed, I would be allowed to make more and more decisions for myself. Until then, I should keep quite and do as I was told! Discipline could be harsh.

I was lead into a victorian bedroom with 10 foot ceilings, bordered with wonderfully detailed crown molding. This would be my room, to use for the duration of my training. The pastel color of the walls, were coordinated with the carpeting and upholstery. The king size bed was covered by a canopy of white lace. Everything was "girlie" and the air had a perfumed scent. Once inside the bedroom, I was instructed to remove all my cloths. Standing, naked in front of these two lovely women was difficult and as the last of my cloths was removed, they were placed in the trash. The girls looked me over, had me turn this way and that way and had a little private discussion. They seemed to come to some sort of agreement and began the process of my transformation.

Since I was completely shaven, I was dusted with a fragrant powder that calmed my fears and opened my mind to my feminine self. I remember surrendering to my true gender and instinctively raised my arms as the girls laced me into my corset. The heavy boning, squeezed my flesh into the silhouette of a shapely woman. The under wire cups were filled with 36C silicon prosthesis that softened as they warmed against my chest. The slight padding of the cups smoothed and contoured my breasts to a full and round bust. The black satin of the corset was adorned with delicate embroidered rose petals in pink and red. A black nylon and spandex thong kept my shrunken and flaccid penis tight against my bottom. The gentile slope and flatness of my groin suggested a warm pussy and I was in girl heaven.

Next, the ladies handed me a short sheer robe that matched the corset and proceeded with my manicure and pedicure. Silk wraps provided the length my nails lacked and were filed to a most feminine shape. They were then polished, a bright red enamel while the same treatment was completed on my toes. My eye brows and other areas of unwanted hair, were plucked and shaped to a pleasing feminine style.

While my nails dried, the girls began working on my makeup. A light foundation served to soften the shadows and tone my facial skin more evenly. A powder makeup, blended everything together and work on my eyes greatly aided my feminization. Black eye liner and mascara defined my eyes and filled in my skimpy lashes. With a fine brush, gold glitter was added just under my lower lashes. Three complementary shades of plum eye-shadow really made me fell glamorous. Rouge lifted my cheeks and the glossy red of my lipstick, matched my nails perfectly.

My long hair was shampooed and conditioned. After blow drying, I was very pleased with the flattering wave and full body. The cut they had given me, would never allow for me to pass as a male, but, I do not think that will be an issue. From here on, it will be pumps and skirts! By this time, my nails were dry and the girls had me put my stockings on. Carefully, I rolled them and slipped my toes in, as I pulled them up over my ankles and calf, I immediately liked the small diamond pattern, which added texture to my legs. They came to the top my thighs and when I attached the last garter, loved their scalloped lace tops. Before I stood up, the girls handed me a box with black suede boots. The faux suede molded itself to my calves and the side zipper was almost invisible. I loved the 4 inch stiletto heels and the girls encouraged me to walk around. As I walked about, my experience in wearing heels was apparent and the girls giggled when they told me how much I would enjoy being a full time girl.

 

Standing in front of the full length mirror, I began to fantasize about living, working and being a woman. I was thrilled with anticipation! A black, lace trimmed, full slip was pulled over my head and its spandex control panels further enhanced my departure from maleness. It fit snuggly and its skirt came to just above my knee's. I was now looking very much like a lady and a spray of White Linen perfume made my head spin!

With help from Breanne and Angelica, I stepped into my skirt and as it was zipped, I was pleased to see my new curves filled the garments tight, womanly cut. The black suede of the skirt and satin lining felt wonderful. It's straight cut, hobbled my walk and soon, I was naturally taking short steps like a woman. The plum and white tweed, turtleneck sweater was snug and showed off my new trim waistline.

Jewelry came next and I loved the diamond studs, 2 in each lobe, that my new piercing allowed. Several gold and silver rings complimented the gold bangles on my wrists. When finished, I was allowed to walk around and look at myself in the mirror. I had a difficult time with what I saw. These girls, really did a marvelous job! Looking back at me, in the mirror, was not the crossdresser I was used to seeing. No, looking back was an attractive woman in her early 20's. As I turned to admire myself, I was lost to my feminine self and accepted my new gender without a care. Then, Angelica handed me a black purse, with my all my things inside and told me Tara was waiting for me in her office.

Downstairs, I was made to wait to see Tara. After awhile, she called me into her office. She had me stand in front of her while she walked around. As she did so, she commented on how good I looked. She ran her hand over by breast and up behind my head. Grabbing a hand full of my hair, she pulled my mouth to her open lips. Without resistance, I submitted myself to her dominance and opened my mouth welcoming her advances. After an impassioned kiss, suddenly, she broke the embrace and told me I must wait.

Walking back to her desk, she instructed me to go fix my makeup and hair. After, Breanne will be taking you shopping. From today forward, I was a girl, if I ever wore male cloths, the consequences will be severe and immediate! "Do you understand?" I nodded, yes. Today, you will be shopping for lingerie, shoes, and makeup. If time permits, you will be allowed to get an outfit or two. Make sure the sweaters are tight and the skirts above the knee. I love to see my girls showing off the bodies I have given them, Buy something special to wear tonight for my pleasure, I love my girls in pink. Now, go!

 

Later that night, I was alone in my room reading a Variations Magazine and after several stories, I was very horny. Earlier, Breanne reminded me, that Tara would paying me a visit tonight and if I was not properly dressed, the consequences would be severe. I asked what type of punishment was the usual, but Breanne would only tell me, not to break the rules and everything thing would be alright.

As Tara suggested and with her help, I bathed in scented water and exfoliated my skin with a sugar scrub. I look forward to keeping my skin this soft and sensitive. Breanne reminded me, that Tara, always wants her consorts in pink lingerie and makeup. She reapplied my makeup, this time using pink eye shadows and lipsticks. The effect was very different, very young and suggestive.

Lying on my bed was all my lovely private things. As I dressed for Tara, my heart raced with excitement. My smooth, hairless, legs were covered by pink stockings and looked terrific. A pink thong, held my sex close to my body and I again had the smooth front of a woman. My pink satin corset fit like a second skin and supported my curves. The soft sensual satin of my pink chemise felt wonderful on my skin, its flirty skirt, barely covering my bottom. I loved the slip on mules, in pink of course. Their 5 inch heel really made my hips sway as I walked around the room. My long auburn hair flowed in big, open curls and caressed the skin on my neck and shoulders. A spay of my White Linen perfume and I was ready.

As I finished a story about the forced feminization of an unwilling man, I herd a soft knock on my door. The door opened and in walked Tara. She looked beautiful, dressed in a sheer, floor length lace robe. All that was given to this beautiful woman was plain to see through the robe. Silently, she locked the door and crossed the room to my bed. As she kissed me, she asked if Michelle Rose was ready to please her Mistress!

  

  

  

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